"He accepted the battle," Youji said with a shrug, "We told him to call for his Sacrifice, but he wouldn't, not our fault. I wanted to help Natsuo. I drove a nail through his hand, it was really pretty." He smiled at the memory.

"I dunno. No one knows. People show up, and then they disappear. Maybe the ghost girl eats them. She eats people now. Or she always did, and we never saw."